“Did you see that look?” queried Herb, with interest. “Seemed as if he had something up his sleeve.”
“I know what it meant well enough,” answered Bob, with a shade of soberness. “My dad was telling me that he’d been notified that a suit had been started against him and the fathers of you other fellows by Mr. Looker to recover the value of the cottage that he said we set on fire.”
“That’s all bunk!” cried Herb indignantly. “He couldn’t prove it in a hundred years. A lawsuit, eh? Huh!”
“Dad doesn’t think Looker has much of a case,” replied Bob. “Still, he says that you can never tell what a man like Looker and the kind of lawyer he would hire may do. Of course we can’t get away from the fact that we were in the house the day before it burned, and that looks bad. We know we didn’t set it on fire, but nobody else knows we didn’t. At any rate, even if Looker loses his case, our folks will have to hire lawyers and lose a lot of time in attending court, so that all in all it makes a pretty bad mess.”
“So that’s what Buck was looking so tickled about!” exclaimed Joe. “I’d like to wipe that look off his face.”
“It might be a little satisfaction,” laughed Bob. “But it wouldn’t help us win the lawsuit.”
By this time their walk had taken them near the vicinity of the radio station; and as they approached it they caught sight of Mr. Salper pacing back and forth in a state of impatience.
“Seems to be stirred up about something,” remarked Joe.
“Did you ever see him when he wasn’t?” laughed Jimmy.
At this moment Mr. Salper caught sight of the boys and came hastily toward them.